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Yon antient prude, whose wither'd features thow She might be young some forty years ago, Her elbows pinion's close upon her hips, Her head erect, her fan upon her lips, Her eye-brows archid, her eyes
yet allows herself that boy behind ;
She, half an angel in her own account,
Though not a grace appears on strictest search,
temper as invenom'd as an asp,
Such are the fruits of fanctimonious pride,
theirs, Your portion is with them : nay, never frown, • But, if you please, fome fathoms lower down.
your brushes and your paintProduce them-take a chair-now draw a Sainti Oh sorrowful and sad ! the streaming tears Channel her cheeks, a Niobe appears. Is this a Saint ? Throw tints and all away, True piety is chearful as the day, Will weep indeed and heave a pitying groan For others woes, but smiles upon her own.
What purpose has the King of Saints in view ? Why falls the gospel like a gracious dew ? To call up plenty from the teeming earth, Or curse the defart with a tenfold dearth? Is it that Adam's offspring may be fav'd From servile fear, or be the more enslav'd ? To loose the links that gall'd mankind before, Or bind them faster on, and add still more? The freeborn Christian has no chains to prove, Or if a chain, the golden one of love; No fear attends to quench his glowing fires, What fear he feels his gratitude inspires.
Shall he for such deliv'rance freely wrought, Recompense ill? He trembles at the thought : His masters int'rest and his own combin’d, Prompt ev'ry movement of his heart and mind; Thought, word, and deed, his liberty evince, His freedom is the freedom of a Prince.
Man's obligations infinite, of course His life should prove that he perceives their force, His utmost he can render is but small, The principle and motive all in all. You have two servants-Tom, an arch, sy rogue, From top to toe the Geta now in vogue ; Genteel in figure, easy in address, Moves without noise, and swift as an express, Reports a message with a pleasing grace, Expert in all the duties of his place : Say, on what hinge does his obedience move? Has he a world of gratitude and love ? No, not a spark—'tis all mere sharpers play: He likes your house, your housemaid and your pay; G 2
Reduce his wages, or get rid of her,
The dinner serv’d, Charles takes his usual stand,
thought ? Charles, without doubt, say you--and so he
ought; One act that from a thankful heart proceeds, Excels ten thousand mercenary deeds.
Thus heav'n approves as honest and sincere, The work of gen'rous love and filial fear, But with averted eyes th’omniscient judge, Scorns the base hireling and the Navilh drudge.